The universe is a machine
That utilizes periodic upheavals
To balance itself
On the surface of our plane
Is negatively driven humans
Producing a low vibration
We once had a unified language
Which was designed to communicate
With the higher realms
And generate simulation
Our connection to the simulation process
Was the language of Latin
Our tonsils were once able to change our frequency
Our pineal gland acted like spiritual antennae
And our appendix could bond us with the metaphysical
We still have activation ability
But not if we are in a low vibration
Social distancing and wearing masks
Lowers your vibration
We have to stop dwelling on negativity
And get out of victim consciousness
Think of yourself as a conqueror
Breathing controls vibration
Our universe was intended to operate like
An original Star Trek episode
Entitled Imagination
The crew of the Enterprise
Beamed down to a planet
Where what you imagined came true
Our world was once like that
A world where we were meant to play and enjoy ourselves
It was for our amusement
Now we are part of some other entities thought projection
We are being divided
And even afraid of each other
In a fake pandemic
Spirituality is in the process
Of being done away with
We are being beaten into submission
We are told what to think
We are being brought down and changed
And used to create a lower reality
Because these entities cannot match or enter
A higher frequency
The sun charges us up
Our emotions excite energy
Ley lines are used for the harvesting of our soul energy
And the moon collects it
We lose our physicality
Our memories get erased
We then enter the matrix of lies again
And become solid
